If it were a Hodaka 125 Combat Wombat (best bike name ever!) I'd be all over it!
http://www.vintagemxbikesforsale.com/19 ... ombat.html
'74 Suzuki TS125 Enduro Trail Bike PROJECT
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jhwalker
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jhwalker
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Re: '74 Suzuki TS125 Enduro Trail Bike PROJECT
I had a regular Hodaka 100cc dirt bike and "made" a 125 pseudo Combat Wombat. Before the Combat Wombat was intro'd. 
For real. Loved it, towed it to California.
"Hodaka models included: Ace100, Dirt Squirt, Super Rat (100-cc) , Wombat, Combat Wombat, Super Combat, Road Toad, and Thunderdog."
For real. Loved it, towed it to California. "Hodaka models included: Ace100, Dirt Squirt, Super Rat (100-cc) , Wombat, Combat Wombat, Super Combat, Road Toad, and Thunderdog."
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Brakelate
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Re: '74 Suzuki TS125 Enduro Trail Bike PROJECT
Wow. What a time machine. My very first encounter with "real motorcycle" and operating it myself - riding around a big horseshoe driveway at a friend's house was on a Hodaka Ace 100. I believe it was an Ace, as it had a small headlamp and tail lamp, as I recall. My buddies father bought it for my friend to ride, who turns out had ZERO interest in riding it at all. So I asked to ride it, and with a little instruction from his more than willing father, I got it going and was zipping all over the place all afternoon. It was hot out, and no one seemed to care, so I kept riding. I was so enthralled with the whole thing and pumped with adrenaline that I could care less about the heatwave or anything else. They just hung out and watched me going in big circles. Probably taking bets under their breath as to how long I would go before falling off in spectacular fashion. I never did. Think I ran the damn tank empty. And that is A LOT of putting around on a 100!
Ahh, the good old days. Funny how these "bike bugs" seem to skip generations. The father, upon returning from WWII started on as a assembler at the Ford plant in Torrance, CA and worked there some 40+ years until they closed the plant and force retired him. His son could care less about any of it. I LOVED to go over and watch and learn and hear the stories about the war, the plant, his love for Fords and motorcycles and everything else. All while my own father refused to even acknowledge my presence or even share even the slightest bit of what little mechanical knowledge he possessed. He would always just bitch at me for getting the knees of my jeans stained by leaning down while looking at the wheels, tires, or finding the car's valve stems to check the pressure when we stopped for fuel.
Ahh, the good old days. Funny how these "bike bugs" seem to skip generations. The father, upon returning from WWII started on as a assembler at the Ford plant in Torrance, CA and worked there some 40+ years until they closed the plant and force retired him. His son could care less about any of it. I LOVED to go over and watch and learn and hear the stories about the war, the plant, his love for Fords and motorcycles and everything else. All while my own father refused to even acknowledge my presence or even share even the slightest bit of what little mechanical knowledge he possessed. He would always just bitch at me for getting the knees of my jeans stained by leaning down while looking at the wheels, tires, or finding the car's valve stems to check the pressure when we stopped for fuel.